I'm sure the big muckity-muck who came to visit here from my parent company's head office in Columbus will hope so too. We had a big company communications meeting today, and the head vice president who is in charge of my whole company plus a handful of other ones as well came and spoke. Afterward, they had an ice cream sundae bar, to reward us for our hard work last year. (Nice of them, and it was yummy, but the cynical part of me knows that it's way cheaper than bonuses.)
I got my treat and was leaving the room to find a "receiving line" of the higher-ups standing at the door. It was cool of them to want to be friendly and greet their employees and everything, but I had just been licking a wayward drop of whipped cream off my fingertip. I felt like a walking germ factory -- I always try to be extra careful about where I breathe and what I touch when I'm not feeling right. I don't like to spread things if I can avoid it. I thanked them for the ice cream with a friendly smile, and tried to make my escape quickly. "How are things going?", RW the head VP asked me.
"Pretty good! Better now," I joked, gesturing to my sundae. He held out his hand, and of course I had to shake it, cold germs and all. Then he asked after my (high profile) project by name -- oh no, he recognized me! (Well, it doesn't help that our claims director mentioned me by name during his part of the update.) If he catches my cold he'll be cursing me and my project for sure.
I told him that the project was very busy right now, but we were putting our first release into QA this very afternoon. So the end is in sight! He said something encouraging. The receiving line was backing up and this point, so I headed out the door with a wave.
I just hope he washed his hands, 'cause I hate sharing my germs. He certainly ought to, given the number of different people's hands he just shook!